Paper Flesh

LEFT ALONE WITH ONLY REFLECTIONS OF THE MEMORY Her voice bleeds over the page full of things that she can't ever say and tear stains mark certain places stains, that won't ever fade away Her scars are in the words etched so deep, not an easy feat scars only she could still see and feel withing her heartbeat. Her pain is fresh with new ink and it smears against her fingertips but won't ever go away this pain causes her to slip. Her prayers are hidden in the lines that fold open into prose prayers from cold cold lips as beautiful as a rose her tear stains betray this blades constant lying and her escapes left are those inside her mind and writing.